Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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can someone please cry with me for this chapter

Adora

"Good morning," I greeted, grinning as I stood over Santiago, a plate of breakfast in my hand.

He smiled and grabbed my thigh. "Morning, baby."

I placed his breakfast on the table in front of the couch and he sat upright, making me plop down beside him.

I placed my hand on his jaw, pulling his lips to mine with a smile.

"God, that smile before you kiss me," he whispered against my lips, making me giggle and press one more kiss to his lips before pulling away.

"How many days now?" I asked, "five?"

He smiled, pulling my lips back to his. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his lap, pulling me close to him.

"I made you breakfast," I said against his lips.

He pulled away from me and puckered his lips out.

"Goddamn, how long did you spend on this?" He asked.

"I couldn't sleep, so I started cooking at six," I said.

He just smiled and looked over at me.

"I made you eggs, bacon, sausage, and homemade biscuits."

"You're the best," he muttered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"And I also brought you fresh squeezed orange juice," I proudly admitted, shooting him an accomplished smile.

"You know," he said, "I feel so bad for all the other men in the world, because I am very aware they don't have anyone that's even half of you. A good cook, phenomenal in bed, sexy," he said, pulling me close to him, "but I'm really happy for me."

I just giggled. "What do you want?"

"You," he simply said.

"Well lucky you, you've got me," I said, smiling.

"Lucky me," he said, grabbing his plate, "did you already eat?"

"Mm mm," I mumbled, "I thought I'd wait on you, even though I've been starving."

"How compassionate," he said, smiling over at me, "I have to go to the bathroom really quick."

He stood up and I trailed my eyes up his tall body towering over me, his bare back covered in beautiful tattoos.

I walked into the kitchen, fixing myself a plate of breakfast.

Damn. You really are a good cook.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice, taking a sip of it as I walked into the living room.

"I genuinely thought people only received flowers after like, dying, or giving birth, or something," Santiago said, scratching his abdomen as he looked at all the flowers covering the foyer of his house, "not after getting in a car accident."

"Well, that's not the only thing that happened to you, one, and two, you have a lot of fans," I said, placing my plate down on the table in front of me.

"Hey, have we mentioned the fact that I get this sling off in like, five days?" He asked.

"A few times, I think," I said, nodding.

"Well, as you can imagine, as a man that's used to sex, I'm very excited," he said.

"Hmm, maybe I'll make you wait a few more days after you get it off. Just to see how strong you really are," I said, shooting him a wink.